“you wanna see my breasts” i say seductively to my boyfriend. i unbutton my shirt to reveal two large, succulent cuts of meat. i am a chicken. why do i have a boyfriend. why am i wearing clothes
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so in writer’s craft our assignment is to write the worst poem we can possibly create
and we’re having a contest and i think i’m going to win
I need to bring this classic back
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